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Home in on ‘home’
For just a second:
Home in on ‘home, ’
Such blessed noun.
Home in on ‘home, ’
And sense the warming:
Home is the calm
That lays you down.
Home is a song
So sentimental:
Home is a word
That complements
The burrow deep;
A feathered nest;
Somewhere to sleep;
Maternal breast.
Home is when
It draws the heart;
Stomach sad,
When you’re away:
Tear so moist
When you depart
In sorrow deep
On mournful day.
Yet home is joy -
Your castle grand:
Where king you be
In rule of land!
Where children play
Around your feet;
Give pride and joy;
Of sense replete.
Ah Home, you call -
I’ll be there soon
To celebrate
With merry tune…
Home in on ‘Home’
And pray, be pensive:
Home in on ‘Home, ’
Give open mind.
Home is more than
Red-bricked house,
‘Tis loving family,
Dear and kind.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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